Whether you are celebrating Valentine’s Day or having a Galentine party, you will still want to look your stylish best. So before you nibble on those chocolates or throw down a few candy hearts, let’s talk about this festive holiday.
Valentine’s day has a long history. Dating back as far as the 14th Century when Geoffrey Chaucer romanticized this day in his novels associating the holiday with courtly love. By the 18th Century, folks were sending cards and confections as grand gestures to their sweethearts.
With red hearts being the symbol of this grand holiday, a red focal point is great place to start. In our Valentine’s outfit, we have combined a bright red skirt with a black turtleneck. Add in some athletic socks and Vans. You’ve got a fun girly ensemble to wear on a date or out with the girls!
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It’s time to get real on today’s blog post. There comes a time in every girl’s life when she realizes that her eyebrows have become one giant furry caterpillar living over her eyes.
The day I realized my caterpillar was not going to turn into a beautiful butterfly, I announced to my mother that it was time to get my eyebrows waxed. I imagined walking into the salon a gruesome awkward tween, and leaving as Karly Kloss. The best part? Shelly Salsberg would be soooooooooo jealous. Yes, my life was about to take a turn for the better.
What I hadn’t imagined?
“Honey, you’re much too young to get your brows waxed. What will people think?” My response, “Um, that Burt on Sesame Street is not my beauty icon?”
That got me sent to my room.
I spent the next few days reviewing my options. I could shave my eyebrows. It works on my legs, why not my brows? I grabbed a razor and headed to the bathroom. I turned that blue stick to the left, then the right, maybe a little bit sideways. “Stupid razor.” The thing was much too big and bulky to see what I was doing. Epic fail. I put the razor back and slumped on the floor.
I guess it’s time to try the old tweezers. I creep down the hall and into my parents room, cracking the door just enough to peek inside without being noticed. The coast is clear. I slip through the doorway and into their bathroom. Mom’s beauty products are in the top drawer. I shuffle some items around and spot the tweezers.
Perfect! I turn the tweezers over in my hands not sure how to use it. But here goes nothing. I lift them to my right brow and grab a patch of hair. Then with all my might yank the tweezers away from my face.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I scream.
Looking into the mirror I am horrified. The hairs are still there, but a small circle of blood is starting to form. Are you kidding me? I plucked my skin and not the hairs? This is worse then when I burned my forehead with the curling iron. At least I could cover that up with bangs.
Placing a corner of toilet paper on the cut, I storm back to my room. It is clear that my mother is totally ruining my life.
About a week later we are in the drug store. I wander down the beauty isle and notice the brow waxing kits. After the plucking incident, I’m not sure I should try waxing, and that’s when a see it. A bottle of hair removal cream.
“That’s it!” I say. The directions seem simple enough. Place cream on hair removal area, wait 10 minutes and wipe off with a wash cloth. PERFECT!
As soon as we get home, I rush upstairs and open the bottle. Using my finger I place the cream above and below my eyebrows. Done. Now time to relax. I jump into bed and lay back to let the cream do it’s thing.
My alarm sounds and I rush into the bathroom, excited for my new and improved eyebrows. I grab a wash cloth and begin the removal process.
“Wow, my brows are bushier than I thought.” There is a lot of hair on the blue washcloth. “Oh it’s fine,” I tell myself. After a few minutes it’s time for the big reveal. I slowly lift my head excited for the new and improved me.
Half of my right eyebrow is missing and almost all of my left brow is gone. And I mean gone. Goodbye. Not there. How did this happen? For the next ten minutes I stare in the mirror and that’s when it sinks in. How am I going to go to school. I look ridiculous. And I mean alien freak show ridiculous.
Now you might be wondering where the story goes from here and as you might guess, there was a lot of shock, tears, yelling and finally laughter, but I got through it. And I did learn something very interesting from this experience…
Eyebrows serve a very important purpose. That night at gymnastics as sweat starting dripping down my forehead, there were no eyebrows to catch it. And yes, sweat in your eyes does hurt. So, don’t take your eyebrows for granted, they’re there to do a job.
Yup, it was that morning. You know the one… your alarm goes off and you think, “Didn’t I just fall asleep?” You hit the alarm at least three more times and then debate with yourself if you really have to get up and go to school.
That was me at 6:19 a.m. Cold, tired, regretting the social media rabbit hole I had fallen down last night. Did I really need to watch those last two episodes of the office?
Anyway, I literally and I mean literally roll out of my bed and onto the floor. Crawling across the carpet in the dark, because at this point, light is the enemy, I fish around in my closet for an outfit like a racoon in a garbage can. “Nope. Wrong ones. Too tight,” I say tossing half my wardrobe across the room. Finally, with a solid yank, my favorite pair of jeans are on. I grab a light blue hoodie, create a messy bun, and I’m ready to go.
Taking the stairs two at a time I hear my mother screaming that I’m going to miss the bus. The front door is within my reach when I realize I’m not wearing any shoes. “Crap!” I drop everything run upstairs snatch the first sneakers I see and race out the door, but something’s not quite right. My left shoe feels a bit weird. Whatever. I’ll fix it later..
The halls are my runway. You need to know that in my mind, I am Gigi Hadid at a Tommy Hilfiger show. I arrive at first period and that’s when I notice people staring at me, and not that, “Hey look at that super cute outfit” stare. It’s more of a “What’s up with that freakshow” stare.
My body scanner quickly leaps into action. Clean clothes. Check. Body odor. None. Breakfast on face. Zilch. Okay, clearly this is just my imagination.
I walk into Chemistry and head to my seat. “Nice look.” Some loser calls across the room. And that’s when I notice it. Two different shoes! How in the world did this happen? I have a Converse on one foot and an Adidas on the other. Fashion fail people! I bang my head on the desk a couple of times.
My brain goes into damage control mode as I do not want to be known for the rest of my high school days as “that girl who wears two different shoes.” I raise my hand and ask to go to the bathroom, which is really code for “walk the halls and figure out what to do about this problem.”
The empty hallway brings no solace. I text my mother to see if she will bring me my other shoe. Our conversation:
Me: Need a 2nd shoe. Can u bring to school?
Mom: You left the house with only one shoe on?
Me: No. I have 2 shoes on.
Mom: Then you’re fine. About to enter a meeting. We’ll talk tonight.
My current options are as follows; hide in the bathroom all day and sneak onto the bus when school clears out, take my shoes off and tell my teachers/friends some kid took them from me, or three, say I am doing research on the most comfortable shoe.
I settle on option 4. Turn the whole thing into a big joke and hope a picture doesn’t show up in the yearbook. A couple of my friends are coming to find me.
“Hey what’s up?”
I point down at my feet. They both laugh. “Yeah, I guess I need to learn how to turn on the light.”
So what’s my fashion advice here? Number 1, always get dressed with the lights on. And number 2 be yourself, find your style and rock it like Gigi on the runway.
So, it’s 6:55 and your ride to school is going to show up in 10 minutes. You are standing in front of your closet in a bathrobe, fuzzy slippers and a towel on your head. Next to you stands a mountain of clothes. The daily dilemma… what to wear. Black jeans? Wore them yesterday. Plaid skirt? Too cold. Your favorite PJ’s? If only.
Your problem…you need a stylist.
And, unless you’re on the road to becoming the next reality superstar, chances are you are NOT getting your only stylist. That’s were I come in. I’m here to help you pick out that oh so perfect outfit for school. Our focus: The Everyday Girl!
This Blog will help you make it through your school week. We’ll help you stock your closet with “go to” items, give you outfit tips and show you photos of everyday girls wearing these styles.
Now, grab those jeans and your favorite T-shirt and go rock your day! After all, you’re an awesome everyday girl!